He scowled. That was stupid. They’d had unprotected sex a lot. They couldn’t do that if she was going to ball other guys. And then a ray of light hit him, and he relaxed.Of course, they had to commit to each other, if only to continue to practice condom-free sex, something Maggie seemed keen on. And hell, he wanted nothing stopping him from filling her up.
And there went his erection once more, killing him.
He put on the radio and let some decent rap music, not that mumble crap but the old school—Tupac, Wu Tang, and yeah, some ’80s Run DMC—fill his brain. And then, because he had an eclectic taste, he threw on a country station he’d never in a million years admit to Tex that he liked.
He parked at Maggie’s complex, grabbed his bag with a change of clothes and some other odds and ends, and headed to Maggie’s, rejuvenated.
He knocked and waited.
She answered with a smile, her hair damp and curling by her face. She wore a short, sporty skirt and a pink tank top, showing off her toned arms.
He didn’t notice a bra and nearly swallowed his tongue.
“Come on in.”
He stepped inside and had to stop himself from jumping when the doorsnickedclosed behind him. Then she locked it.
“Are you hungry?” She motioned to the kitchen, and as he moved with her, he smelled something amazing.
“Is that French toast?” His absolute favorite when it came to breakfast foods.
“It is.” She planted her hands on her hips, and he did his best to keep his gaze on her face. “I’ll have you know I am the best French toast maker in the Pacific Northwest. Even Doug admits it’s better than his.”
Mention of Doug’s name had him wondering again if the guys next door had told her about their conversation Thursday night.
Yet Maggie didn’t look weird or act funny about seeing him. So maybe not?
“You look tired.” She pulled him down for a brief kiss. “Do you want to shower?” She frowned. “And how come you’re wearing sweatpants? I was hoping to see you in your uniform. You look so good in it.” Her dimple appeared.
He needed a shower, a very cold one. “I usually take off the uniform at work, because I don’t want to bring contaminants home with me.”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.”
“But I would appreciate a shower.”
She bit her lip. “Come on. I’d offer to join you, but you look like you need a break.”
“I need another blow job, but I’ll settle for hot water.”
She tripped over her own feet and muttered under her breath, but she didn’t look back at him.
He grinned, glad he wasn’t the only one having a tough time.
She nudged him in the bathroom and closed the door, staying outside. “Take your time,” she said through it.
Disappointed yet needing space to get a handle on his out-of-control dick, he forced himself to move with deliberation and gradually started to relax. After taking off his clothes, he heated the water and got into a lovely shower. Great water pressure, surprisingly roomy tub, and hot water.
He let the water wash over him and tried not to think so hard.
Then the door opened.
His dick rose so fast, he was surprised the thing didn’t slap him in the face.
“Reggie?”
“Yeah?”That’s me, the guy who sounds like he swallowed a bucket of gravel. No, don’t eventhinkthe word “swallowed.”
The curtain moved back, and a naked Maggie stood there, staring at him. “Want some company?”
